A naked Jasmine rides the washing machine

“Stop this, Eeeck! C-cold! N-not there!” Jasmine snapped back to her senses. The machine began a cleaning cycle. The conveyor belt transported the naked elf forward, jets of water hitting her as if she was a pile of dirty laundry. Her arms were pinned at her sides by the goo. But the water aimed lower, in-between her wriggling legs.

“Ahaha, seriously stop!” The soft brushes began spinning in-between water shots. They tickled at Jasmine’s legs, at her feet, her sides, and the poor naked elf could not help but laugh.

Jasmine cycled between moaning, squealing, and giggling as the cleaning cycle continued. The crowd was just full-on laughing at her at this point. What a spectacular mechanical failure.

Like a roller coaster preparing for the big drop, the belt curved upward just in time for the glue to dissolve. It was the end of the road, the machine let Jasmine fall into the middle of the drying rack. She landed right across the wooden beam, hanging for dear life. Jasmine was high up, the fall was not likely to injure her, but it looked scary nonetheless.

“Oof!” Thankfully, Jasmine did not have to worry about falling for long. An enchanted wooden crane quickly secured her position to the drying rack by tying her to it, as the machine did not have a clothespin big enough for the elf.

The naked elf was bent over a beam, a rope haphazardly tying her waist to the wood and keeping her in place. Her pretty head was upside down, her chestnut hair flowing towards the ground. Jasmine looked up, seeing her long legs and the upturned crowd. Crap, from that angle, everyone would be able to look at her ass …and more!

“Wow, that’s a pale butt. Just look at the tan lines.”

“Yeah, Jasmine needs less reading and more swimming.”

“Oh, this is great. I’m going to fetch the rest of the club. They have to see this.”

“That’s what she gets for making such an ugly machine.”

“I love this college.”

“S-shut up!” Jasmine snapped at the crowd. “I-if you have time to gawk, you have time to help! Get me out of here!” Her outburst accomplished nothing. No one lifted a finger in her aid.

Crap, she was stuck there… Naked… in front of everyone… bent over like dirty laundry… At least the fan felt nice. It cooled her burning blush somewhat. It also helped her dry herself off, just like intended!

“And phase three…” Taggie said, hidden behind the water mill powering the giant wooden fan. She discretely unbolted a critical screw. The fan began to vibrate, rotating over its axis.

“W-w-wait, don’t spin over here! Ouch! Ow! Ouch! Someone stop this machine!” The fan had rotated 90° degrees horizontally, its wood blades now in a collision course with Jasmine’s behind. They kept spinning, slapping her naked derriere with each rotation.

“Heh, the machine’s broken and Jasmine won’t dare to show her face in a long time. This was a good plan,” Orchid mused to herself, her grin big enough to make the Cheshire cat proud.